Re wrote the mafia theme, any thoughts and all that 
INT. A DIMLY LIT ROOM - NIGHT.
A CAN OF POLISH SITS BEHIND A DESK. HE IS FLANKED ON EITHER SIDE BY TO YELLOW FABRIC DUSTERS.
SFX. KNOCKING ON DOOR.
ONE OF THE YELLOW DUSTERS OPENS THE DOOR AND REURNS TO HIS PLACE BY THE POLISH. A HAIR BALL ENTERS THE ROOM AND SITS DOWN OTHER SIDE OF DESK.
POLISH:
Well well, the Dust sends his flunky.
HAIRBALL:
The Dust says if you back off now, no one will get hurt.
POLISH:
I can't do that I'm afraid. This guy I work for, he's a maniac, always with the cleaning.
HAIRBALL:
We understand that so we're prepared to offer you a deal. You can keep the television screen, and all the flat surfaces, but you aint gettin' no tops of doors or skirting boards.
POLISH:
I'll do what I can but those cobwebs, they have a way of attracting attention if you know what I mean?
HAIRBALL:
We got that taken care of.
POLISH:
Skinny guy? Big head, lots of hair?
HAIRBALL:
You know Feathers?
POLISH:
Sure I know Feathers, Done six months under the sink with him.
HAIRBALL:
Then you'll know the cobwebs won't be a problem.
POLISH:
You think a few wispy strings would be a problem for us? No my friend, only for you.
HAIRBALL:
Just remember, You'll run out one day just like our old man. Real shame to see a guy like that, all dribble and no spray.
POLISH:
Get him outta here!
THE DUSTERS MOVE AROUND THE DESK TOWARDS HAIRBALL.
HAIRBALL:
Don't be silly boys, I don't collect so easy.
THEY BACK OFF. HAIRBALL HEADS TOWARDS THE DOOR.
HAIRBALL (CONT'D):
Yeah that's right, and If I see any of you near the back of the computer getting wise with the cables things will get ugly.
HAIRBALL EXITS ROOM.
END.
